Memories, without fortune or fame.

I blocked Dean's view of the TV, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch and turning it off before straddling his lap. "I was watching the game," He said but a grin was still playing on his lips.

"You're watching me now," I replied, tilting my head down to capture my lips with his, moaning against his mouth when he dropped his hands to cup my ass.

Pulling his head back, he looked at me with an amused expression on his handsome face, "How do you plan on entertaining me?"

"We have to meet with the realtor in 5 minutes actually," I replied with a smile and he groaned. "Aren't you excited to live with me?"

"Yes, but the whole finding a house part? Not so much," He admitted, already having complained about it a few times. I couldn't blame him though, last year he'd been apartment hunting in Canada and the mood hadn't been a good one then. This was different though.

"Remember the promise I made you?" I asked quietly and moved my lips to his neck, feeling his breathing get heavier.

"Jac, you can't tease me like that when you plan on getting off of my lap in 5 minutes," He groaned.

My lips quirked into a grin, "I think its three minutes now."

"Do you think you could give me the worlds fastest blowjob in three minutes?" He joked.

I shook my head, "You wouldn't let me stop there..."

"Not a chance," He admitted, feeling him harden against me. 

"Dean..." My eyes widened as he shrugged.

"I'm thinking of all the things I would let you do instead of stopping," He admitted, giving me a guilty face which made me smirk.

"We have to go!" I said, giving one last torturous wiggle against him before hopping off his lap and pulling him up.

"I'm going to be hard the whole time," He growled, following me out of my place and into my car.

"Oops," I gave him an innocent face as I pulled my hair up into a ponytail.

"You're a little dressed up for house hunting..." He pointed out, noticing how my dress hugged every curve.

"You don't like it?" 

He shook his head, "No I'm just not going to like our realtor talking to your chest all day." 

I laughed and turned to him, "Our realtor is a woman." 

"Still."

"I didn't have a boyfriend to dress up for for months," I pouted, only dressing up for him. I'd do literally anything for him. 

"So you're giving me constant boners on purpose," He shook his head but smirked as I pulled up to a culdesac and looked at the house we were next to. 

"That's my evil plan yes," I laughed and parked on the street next to the house. It was nice, a little suburban but hell there was going to be a baby there so we couldn't get a penthouse or anything. "If you're complaining though, I can start wearing something a little baggier... possibly even a potato sack. That's how dedicated I am to you," I cut the engine and smiled at him, feeling so damn happy. 

Dean laughed and leaned over, holding my cheek in his hand, "You can wear anything and I would still get an erection."

I wrinkled my nose then grinned, "If we keep talking about your dick, there is no way I'm leaving this car."

He grinned back and pressed a chaste kiss against my lips, "We better be good then. We have a few places to look at today."

"Five," I replied with a nod as he groaned. "Four if you're a good boy."

"Aren't I always?!" He asked as we climbed out of the car and walked up the walkway, hand in hand.

I laughed softly and shook my head, "Not at all. You're naughty instead."

"I thought that was your definition of good," He grinned and spanked my ass as we made it to the door.

"Dean!" 

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me when the realtor opened the door to us. "Miss Duchannes?" She asked, looking me over. I nodded and held out my hand to the woman. "I'm Janine Ross, we've spoken through e-mails." 

I nodded, "This is my boyfriend Dean Mcgarrity." 

He shook her hand and for a moment I thought she was blushing but then she was back to me talking about square feet and years the house was built. "You know what has a nice ring to it?" Dean asked me eith his lips against my neck as Janine walked us through to the kitchen. 

"What?" 

He kissed the spot where my ear met my neck, making me wish that we were alone right now. "Jacquelyn Mcgarrity," He said seriously before walking past me to the kitchen, which was huge and perfect. 

I smiled at his words and all of the hints he'd been dropping lately about us getting married. Honestly? I couldn't wait for the moment when he'd drop down on one knee and propose. I kept wracking my mind on how he'd do it, he was such a romantic. "It does," I whispered back, missing whatever kitchen feature Janine was raving about. I loved the kitchen, but I loved my man more.

"Shh, she's talking," He said in a hushed tone and winked at me when my mouth fell open.

I leaned my body into Dean's and kept my smile in place while I tried listening to our realtor about the granite counter which was just installed. "It's gorgeous," I said when she looked at us, waiting for our reactions. "I cook a lot and this kitchen is truly amazing."

She nodded her head with a wide smile, "I thought you'd like it."

"You'd look gorgeous naked on top of that granite counter," Dean added as a whisper in my ear. 

I bit down on my bottom lip and looked at him, imagining cooking meals here every night... I could see it. "How many bedrooms are there?" I asked, knowing that my entire body was blushing from the thoughts my handsome boyfriend kept putting in my head. 

"Well that's an interesting question," Janine grinned. "There are three in the main house, and then there's a downstairs rental suite with two more, a small kitchen, and a three piece bathroom."

"A rental suite?" He asked, impressed. 

She nodded, "Jacquelyn said you were looking for a separate space for her sister?" 

"It's a good idea right?" I grinned at my man.

"Sure, but what the hell do you and I need three bedrooms for?" He asked seriously.

"Our bedroom, a guest room, and an extra room for my clothes," I grinned wider at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh god Jac," He shook his head and laughed.

"And...." I trailed off and bit down on my lip.

"And?"

"And....my little niece or nephew might want cousins some day, and they'll need rooms," I shrugged and then walked down the hall to the bedrooms, leaving him with that thought.

"Sure, want to practice or that now?" He teased back, calling after me and I swear our realtor giggled.

"Don't you want to see the bedrooms baby?" I called after him, ignoring his words.

"It's where we'll be spending most of our time, so hell yes," He said from behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist loosely. 

"How long have you two been engaged?" Janine asked as she walked ahead of us, leading the way down the hallway.

I parted my lips as Dean spoke first, "Just a few days. I can't wait to make an honest woman out of her though."

I laughed and raised an eyebrow at him while she smiled at us, "I work with a lot of newlyweds and you two are off to a good start. Do you have a date yet?"

"November 4th," I said quickly while Dean gave me the same look I'd just given him.

"I'm sure with your connections at work, you'll have an easy time planning," She replied and walked into a room, waiting for us by the door. "This is the master room; walk in closet and a bathroom with his and her sinks. The previous owners took out their old shower and made an addition; a gorgeous Spanish tile shower and a separate bathtub."

I widened my eyes at the lavish bathroom, "It's gorgeous. I'm in love."

"Looks like you've found a winner," Dean nodded, taking in the huge bathroom while I imagined showers with him in the morning. I couldn't really think of any better way to start my day.

"Are you thinking about making an offer?"

"We have a few more houses to look at...but this place seems pretty close to perfect," I said, biting my lip and looking at my man with bright eyes. This was the beginning of our lives together. It was a big step and I couldn't be any more excited.

"If you like it, I like it baby," He said seriously. 

"Great, well let's take a look at the suite downstairs then!" She lead the way and we followed her until Dean grabbed my waist, pulling me back into the bedroom and holding me close.

"I can't wait to wake up with you every morning in our place...." He whispered, kissing my neck, up to my ear.

"Dean..." I moaned and pressed harder against him.

"Those windows will show the sunrise every morning and I'll make love to you while we're still barely awake...." He kissed down the other side of my neck and I sighed as my arms wrapped around him.

"Sometimes I'm afraid you're not real...." I admitted, feeling like the moment itself was unreal. Everything seemed too perfect.

"I feel the same way about you Jac," He said seriously. "I can't believe how long I lived without you."

"Too long," I wrinkled my nose before biting my lip and sucking in a breath. "If you keep that up, the realtor's going to come back and find us naked with me up against the window."

"It's like you can read my mind," He replied, keeping his lips parted and sucking on the nook where my neck and shoulder met. 

"Dean..." I trailed off in another moan.

 He mumbled something against my skin while his hand slid between my thighs, testing how far he could go before he pulled back to grin at me. "You're right. I should probably stop before we get carried away. We have plenty of time to utilize that window as long as you agree that this house is perfect for us," He said nonchalantly. 

"That sounds like a bribe..." I trailed off, pouting a little because he was no longer against me. 

He shrugged his shoulders, "Tell me one thing you don't like about this place."

I parted my lips and then reshut them.

"Exactly," He grinned cockily. "The sooner we let that woman out there put in an offer, the sooner I can have that perfect body of yours naked and pressed up against that window right there," He turned my 

body in his arms so I could have a view of the window. 

I leaned my body back into his arms and let him wrap his arms around my waist while he set his head on my shoulder. I sighed, "It really is perfect for us, isn't it?" 

"Hey as long as you're not a country away any place is perfect," He admitted making me beam back at him.

"Never again," I said seriously. "Shit Dean there's going to be a baby here. A kid growing up."

"Yeah, one with you and your sisters genes," He pointed out. "Please god let that baby be a boy," He begged to the ceiling.

"Hey!" I smacked his side as we went down to the basement. "We're not that bad." 

"Yeah you made a great first impression," He teased. "And Lyssa is practically an angel."  

"Okay...I see your fears." 

He grabbed my hand as we walked through the suite downstairs, "I'll still love the bean if it's a girl. I'll just be more frightened of her." 

I rolled my eyes, "It would be interesting to see Duchannes features on a boy. My dad is a pretty good looking guy, he'd probably be a heartbreaker." 

"Yeah....hows the father look?" 

I shrugged while Dean winced, "I'll have to ask Lyss. She has pretty high standards though."

"I'm sure our boys will be even better looking though," He added, a grin on his handsome face as I beamed again. 

"Our boys?"

"Yeah I don't want girls either," He admitted. "Girls are scary."

I grinned wide as a small chuckle escaped me, "Do I scare you baby?"

"Do you know how intimidating you were when we first met?" He asked with wide eyes.

I kept grinning and nuzzled his neck, breathing in his manly scent, "But I'm not anymore..."

"Your sex drive is still a little intimidating," He replied with a smirk on his lips. 

"But you love that," I replied, pulling back with a pout, "At least you better!"

"I can hardly keep my hands off of you... what do you think?" He said seriously and wrapped his arms back around my waist. "This space is too big for a pregnant hormonal teenager. If I catch any guys here ever? They're dead."

I looked at my man with an amused face, seeing that he meant what he had just said, "You're too cute."

"I'm serious!"

I nodded, "I know and I love that you care about my sister and are so protective."

"Or I just know her," He winced.

"She's not that bad," I laughed and he sighed.

"Still. I'm playing annoying male figure and interviewing ever guy who walks up to her. Preferably with my gun."

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "She's already knocked up, what else could happen?" 

"That's what the person who's about to die in horror movies always says."  

"What do you guys think?" The realtor came up to us, clapping her hands together.

"Does it have a security system?" Dean asked always one of the first things on his mind.

"Why because this is such a dangerous suburb?" I laughed and he narrowed his  eyes on me.

"I'm not leaving two women and a baby here alone without some kind of protection."

"You're whole dominant protective thing is turning me on...but you're being a little silly."

"A baby!?" The realtor cut in. "You're having a baby?" She immediately walked forward to touch my stomach, catching me off guard because who does that?!

"Not me," I said seriously. "My sister."

"Oh....I thought you said your sister was in high school." ....so awkward.

"The security system?" Dean pressed instead.

"Oh! Right, no, it's not installed but I'm sure we could get it built into the price."

"What kind of security system?" I wrinkled my nose as I looked at my overly protective man. "A surveillance camera??"

He chuckled and shook his head, "You're too cute."

"You're not answering my question," I said flatly. 

"We'll talk details later. Are you two interested in making an offer?"

I held my breath and looked up at Dean, almost scared to say yes out loud. This was a huge step, a big jump into our future... but I was thrilled. "I want the place," I said finally and I could swear I heard the grown woman standing beside us squeal. 

"Then it's yours," Dean said and smiled at me. 

"Has anyone else made an offer?" I looked at our realtor immediately, afraid to get my hopes up only to have her tell us someone else would be living their instead. 

"I don't think so but I'm not sure. Why don't I look into it and get back to you?" She smiled, clearly thrilled that she'd be getting a possible commission.

"Sounds good," I smiled and leaned into Dean. "We're moving in together," I whispered, a giddy smile on my face.

"Yes," He agreed. "I've been living in your apartment since I got back you know." 

"Doesn't count," I shook my head making him laugh harder.

"I love you. You know that right?" 

I nodded, "I know it." 

He leaned in to kiss me chastely, knowing if he lingered we wouldn't be able to stop. "Want to go get some lunch roomie?" 

I laughed, "Sure. Italian or Mexican?" 

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter." We said goodbye to the realtor, promises to meet up when she found out more details and then Dean followed me out to the car. "Hey Jac?" 

I turned towards him after buckling myself in, "What's up?"

"Thanks." 

I blinked, "For what?" 

"For waiting for me," He said finally. "I don't deserve you."

"Sometimes I think that I don't deserve you instead," I admitted back before leaning in for a soft kiss.

He tangled a hand in my hair and pulled back from the kiss when it ended to look into my eyes, "Only sometimes?"

My lips quirked into a smirk, "Then I remember how much I love going down on you and think of how lucky you are instead."

He threw his head back and laughed, his expression so carefree and happy that I just stared at him for a moment and smiled to myself. "You're right. How are you even real??" He asked after a while.

I leaned my head against the seat to keep my eyes on him, "We're just perfect for each other. Soulmates."

He leaned towards me again to kiss me, this time longer and more passionate than the last. "Can I propose to you right now?" He asked with his lips still on mine.

"That's not how it works baby..." I trailed off, unable to stop smiling. I had found the one. I was still so young and had most of my life left to live and I was lucky to be able to share that with this amazing man. 

"Are you sure? I hear there are drive through weddings," He wiggled his brows at me and I laughed.

"In Vegas!"

"That's like a 20 hour drive, we could be man and wife by tomorrow," He smirked bigger and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Veto." 

He held his hand against his heart, "You wound me." 

"You're awful," I shook my head, thinking about how I couldn't wait for our wedding; a big one with everyone we cared about. 

"I hear relationships don't usually last after a marriage proposal's been turned down." 

"You better hope it does since you're buying me a house," I laughed and this time he laughed with me, not able to keep up the big joke anymore.

"I still think we should keep the drive through option open."

"Uh uh. I'm having the worlds biggest wedding instead." 

He widened his eyes, "The worlds biggest? How much money do you really think I have?" 

"Enough for me to at least buy a dress and not get hitched in my house hunting outfit." 

He blinked, "That's a dress." 

"It's not white!!"

"Right," He laughed. "Well maybe one of these days you'll actually say yes when I ask you to marry me."

"Maybe one of these days you'll actually ask." 

"Maybe."